Spyflation

The operation had been an easy one, or at least it should have been but Agent 009, Ceira Sage, knew she had been set up as soon as the guards burst through the door. She had managed to get off two rounds killing one of the Inflators men but the other four simply overpowered her. Groggily she opened her eyes to see two armed guards, one very well dressed and handsome man in his mid thirties and to find herself tied down to a chair and her feet bound. The well dressed man sat easily on the edge of his desk next to a large air tank with a slender tube wrap about it.

“Why were you here Miss…?”

Ceira was silent.

“Please tell me…it would do well for you to speak.”

“I got lost.”

He chuckled at the brave, yet sarcastic reply.

“Why were you armed?”

“Girls gotta protect herself.”

The well dressed man was getting agitated and that made Ceira smile.

“Do you know what these documents are woman,” he said holding up the nuclear plans she was sent to steal?

“Directions to make the biggest box car in the world…or plans for a nuclear powered inflation device; either one works.”

Now he was pissed. He stood and began unraveling the tube to the air tank. Holding before his dark eyes threatening he put it on her lower lip.

“Who do you work for?”

“What…do you really expect me to talk?”

“No Miss…I expect you to POP!”

Agent 009 just gave him a shit eaters’ grin.

“Fuck yo…uummh!”

The well dressed man shoved the tube down her throat. Ceira tried to bite down but it was too late and soon she could feel the tube in her belly. He turned on the valve to the air tank and Ceira groaned as she felt the air begin to pump into her belly. The man walked behind his desk and sat down, poured himself a glass of wine and kicked back to enjoy the show. Ceira panted as her belly, now full of gas began to swell, taking on a slightly rounded shape; very different from her fit and trim self. The pressure was building and she was becoming very uncomfortable as her tummy grew, rapidly inflating before her eyes; now the beautiful agent looked as if she carried and basketball beneath her tight dress or was eight months pregnant. With her hands tied she could not even attempt to sooth her ever stretching flesh which now stretched and creaked audibly with fullness. Ceira grimaced as her poor, over burdened belly pulled her dress to its limits and the garment became shear over the distended orb of her too big waist. She heard the seams creak and tear and moaned as her hugely, swollen gut tore through her dress and she could see her creamy flesh; deep pink stretch marks marring the taunt, bloated sphere. It hurt so badly, and Ceira whimpered as her now pregnant with dectuplets sized belly ballooned before her; her belly button red and the mass over her stomach quaking and quivering with fullness. She was too full, her belly too tight and she heard the grumble as her gravidity reached its limit. Pleadingly she looked to the man, Ceiras’ tied hands could now stroke her taunt sides and as much as it hurt she could feel herself on the verge of the biggest and messiest orgasm of her life. He just smiled and mouthed the word “POP”. Too much, too full, too big was all Ceira Sage, Agent 009, could think as her belly creaked loudly, unable to grow anymore. With one last, pitiful whimper and then a deep orgasmic moan Ceiras’ poor belly burst open as she came; gore and reddish mist peppering the room.

The Inflator just smiled. They never learned.